Hamburgers and How They Are Made

Red, white, and polluted 

Blew up the shoot

In reversed motion like

Spiders crawling back into 

Egg sacs 

If you have what it takes

If you can maintain the look

You too can be weighed and found wanting

More and more divine judgement

While a man in torn jeans and fingerless gloves parts the red sea

Barraged by drum beats in a heap

Of shattered images 

Graven with the likeness of

A man unlike the Son of God